You Want to Send This Old Man Off Again?!

The next day, dawn had barely broken, and the air was steeped in a hazy, dreamlike aura.

Chen Xun and Black Bull quietly left Immaculate Immortal Ridge. Their Image Recording Stones would take days and nights to finish watching, and quite a few members of the Soul-Nourishing Spirit-Weeping Clan had gathered around as well, so they would not disturb them.

However, with the immortal Dao having developed to this point in the Great World, these Image Recording Stones were truly excellent. They allowed one to feel as though they were personally there, and were indeed fine things for steadying one's Dao heart.

Chen Xun even felt that these were the true supreme treasures of the Great World. Their prices were genuinely cheap; he simply had yet to see any Heaven-rank Image Recording Stones. Only places like Profound Subtle Heaven Capital sold them.

At that moment, two figures transformed into azure light and arrived before the Leaving Dust Immortal Hall amid the clouds.

The Void Refinement cultivators guarding the place already knew them. They were descendants of the Hall Master, so no one stopped them; the guards merely continued meditating.

Behind the Immortal Hall, beneath a great tree, Yin Tianshou slowly opened his eyes with a smile.

"Senior!"

"Moo moo!"

Chen Xun and Black Bull approached with smiles, though their deep voices made the green leaves rustle.

Yin Tianshou chuckled as he stroked his beard. A stone table appeared, and he said, "You have returned. How was your trip to the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda? Did it damage your Dao foundations?"

He did not inspect their internal condition, as that would have been too disrespectful. He merely sensed the aura they gave off externally: early Dao Integration Realm, with at least three thousand strands of the power of the Great Dao!

Chen Xun